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     Captain Daren |
Death’s Day: Part Four: A Place to Stay “I’ll assign a nurse to you at all times until your new ‘Angel Eyes’ have been broken in a bit. And for the time being, you are a woman out of a job. As is routine for survivors of any tragic event, you are being placed on immediate Leave. If you’d like, we have more then enough room for you here.” Halsey handed the PADD with Singer’s file back to Nurse Bell. “Thank you Doctor, but I may have a better offer. I’ll need to place a few calls though.” She smiled. * * * * * * * * * Mishelle Singer materialized on the transporter platform wearing civilian clothes. She looked around with her enhanced eyes, and could see so much more then the normal human could, but she was only interested in one thing. Her ‘Angel Eyes’ locked on Captain William Daren, he was smiling. “Welcome to Coronado, Commander.” He extended a hand to help her down, as if she needed it. Before he knew it, she was in his arms. “Will!” He embraced her. “Glad to see you’re alright.” He gave the on-duty transporter officer a look. “Some privacy, Ensign.” The young man grinned and left. Daren could almost hear the crew begin their buzzing. “I didn’t know where else to go. I couldn’t stay on that medical ship a moment longer.” “You’re always welcome.” The two began walking down the corridor. The young transporter officer slowly went back to his station, giving this woman a look over. The journey from Transporter Room II to the Captain’s Quarters was a short one, but Daren scoffed that they must have passed by nearly half of the ships crew lingering in the hallways on the way there. He paid it no mind, he never really meant to keep his relationship with Singer a secret, it just happened that way. They were always separated on their various ships, doing their various duties. Things were different now. Mishelle Singer no longer had a ship to go home to. It and a great majority of it’s crew were now gone. And she was left, to blame herself. When the entered the quarters, the tears started. “They’re dead because of me. Me!” Daren held her close and looked in her newly enhanced eyes. “Hmm, those tears aren’t some kind of enhanced acid are they?” He grinned in his signature way. She pounded his chest, “Stop that! I’m serious here!” “No you stop it. The fate of that ship was it’s own. You had nothing to do with it. You couldn’t have stopped it if you tried.” He held her closer. “You’re not to blame for their deaths.” “Then why do I feel so responsible?” “Because you survived. Your guilt will pass.” He wiped her tears. “How long is this LOA for?” “3 Months.” She sat on the bed. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself.” Daren sat beside her. “You’re going to bounce back, you always do. And in the meantime, you’ll stay here. I have a good amount of pull on this ship, at least, I think I do.” He grinned. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m due on the bridge. I take it you’re familiar with a Katana class?” “Oh yes, I’m familiar. But I think I need a nap.” She pulled back the covers and began to undress. Daren looked her over, trying hard to just leave the room. “I really do have to go.” She gave him a look, smiling. “Go then, or stay. You’re choice.” The commbadge on Daren’s chest beeped, it was Smith. “Captain, it’s not like you to be late to your own Senior Staff meetings…is something wrong?” Daren turned away, “Nothing Commander, I’m on my way.” He closed the channel, and blew Singer a kiss, then walked out the door. Captain William Daren Commanding Officer (IC) USS Coronado NCC-97901 Sim Executive Officer http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/bodies/depts/command.html#co ******************* As portrayed by: Chris Catterson Long Island, NY ccatt@optonline.net |